When she took the final decision.

She was lying on her bed really tired because of that migraine that hit her out of no where. Nothing made her think of the upcoming summer heat, and how mad she would probably get because she can’t handle any heat in her space. She thought about what she would probably wear during this period of time, only to realize she doesn’t like how she looks in tank tops and sleeveless shirts. She yells. No one hears. No one should hear. It was as loud as the sound of silence that falls on her when she’s deep into thinking about the future.

She decides.


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